185: Chapter 182 Puppet

Facing this terrifying Aura capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, "Chu Chaosheng" remained calm and composed.

He even reached out a finger with great interest, gently dispersing a section of air in front of him that had been distorted by the pressure of the Aura.

"Hehe..."

He let out a soft chuckle, then, as if with some helplessness, rested his hand on his forehead.

That smile was evil and bewitching.

"How sharp... I had thought I could play for a little longer."

He slowly raised his head, and for the first time, those dead, silent eyes flickered with a strange glint.

It was the look one gives to an interesting toy.

"Oh well, since you have seen through it, there is no point in continuing the disguise."

He stood up and stretched his limbs, causing a "crackle" sound.

"My name is Lu Wei."

His voice became hoarse and ancient, as if it came from the distant primordial era.

"From... Qinghua Mountain."

Boom!

The three words "Qinghua Mountain" exploded in Fang Tao's mind like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens!

For the first time, his face revealed an expression of utter horror!

Remnant Clan!

It was actually the Remnant Clan... the ones from the legends, sealed under Qinghua Mountain!

No wonder! No wonder he felt something was wrong! No wonder Chu Chaosheng's personality had changed so drastically!

So, the true Old Ancestor of Great Chu was likely already... in grave danger!

"You... you actually came out of the Seal!" Fang Tao's voice was trembling; this news terrified him more than if the sky were to fall.

As a Grandmaster, he knew better than anyone what the existence of the Remnant Clan meant for the Human Race in the entire Desolate Province.

It was a dark and desperate history buried by blood and fire!

Lu Wei looked at Fang Tao's terrified expression and smiled with satisfaction.

"Out? No, no, no, the Seal is still very secure." He shook his finger.

"I just... came out early to set up the chessboard."

"Fang Tao, you are a smart man." Lu Wei's gaze became profound. "I can give you a chance to choose."

"Cooperate with me, and submit to me."

"When my clan reigns over this 'pasture' one day, I can guarantee that your Great Yan Dynasty will continue its lineage."

His words were full of a supreme sense of condescension.

Upon hearing this, Fang Tao was stunned for a moment, and then his terrified expression transformed into endless sarcasm and rage.

"Cooperate? Submit?"

He laughed out loud as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, his laughter filled with sorrow and determination.

"I, Fang Tao, have cultivated the Dao for three thousand years, serving as the Old Ancestor of Great Yan and a Grandmaster of the Human Race! You monster, neither human nor ghost, actually want me... to join you?!"

"Dream on!"

"You want my Great Yan Dynasty to slave away for a demon like you, you..."

"Are you worthy?!"

As he shouted the last word, the Aura on Fang Tao's body climbed to its peak!

Before the words had even faded, he had already moved!

"Flame Dragon Suppresses the World Fist!"

A furious roar resounded through heaven and earth!

Fang Tao's figure instantly appeared in front of Lu Wei and threw a punch!

This punch condensed all the essence, energy, and spirit of a Late-stage Grandmaster. The crimson fist light transformed into a ferocious, roaring hundred-foot Flame Dragon, carrying a terrifying high temperature capable of incinerating everything, and bit fiercely towards Lu Wei's head!

The entire political hall instantly turned into powder under this power!

Facing this earth-shattering punch, a look of regret appeared on Lu Wei's face.

"Sigh, what a pity."

He sighed softly.

"Why... are there always ants attempting to shake a tree?"

He slowly raised his right hand and extended a finger.

That finger was pale, slender, and devoid of any spiritual energy fluctuations; it just pointed gently and unremarkably towards the roaring Flame Dragon.

A bizarre scene occurred.

The terrifying Flame Dragon, capable of instantly melting an entire mountain range, seemed as if it had been splashed with a basin of cold water the moment it touched Lu Wei's finger; all its flames and all its might were extinguished in an instant.

No, not extinguished.

It was withering!

The Flame Dragon, composed of pure fire-elemental spiritual energy, withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning grey and decayed, and finally dissipated into black ashes in the air.

"This... what power is this!"

Fang Tao's pupils contracted violently, and monstrous waves surged in his heart!

His proudest, strongest attack had actually been... resolved so easily?

That power was filled with an Aura of death and finality, as if it were the nemesis of all life and energy in the world!

Before he could recover from his shock, Lu Wei's figure had already appeared before him like a ghost.

"Your power, not bad."

Lu Wei's voice sounded in his ear.

"Unfortunately, it belongs to me now."

A hand pressed lightly onto the top of Fang Tao's head.

In an instant, Fang Tao felt an indescribably cold force, like billions of steel needles, crazily piercing into his Sea of Consciousness!

"Ah——!"

A shrill scream erupted from Fang Tao's mouth.

His body trembled violently, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices.

He could feel his Divine Soul being crazily torn, devoured, and refined by that bizarre force!

The pain originating from the depths of his Soul made him wish he could die immediately!

"No... absolutely not!"

A final trace of desperate determination flashed in Fang Tao's eyes.

He wanted to detonate his Divine Soul!

Even if he died, he could not let this demon succeed! Even more so, he could not let him obtain his power and memories!

However, just as the thought arose, Lu Wei's cold voice sounded again.

"Before me, you do not even have the right to die."

A more immense, deeper dark force surged in like a tide.

In an instant, it completely suppressed and enveloped Fang Tao's Divine Soul, which was about to detonate.

The light in Fang Tao's eyes began to dim bit by bit.

His struggle grew weaker and weaker.

His consciousness slowly sank into endless darkness...

I do not know how much time passed.

Above the ruins of the imperial palace, everything returned to calm.

Two figures stood quietly.

One was "Chu Chaosheng".

The other was Fang Tao.

But at this moment, Fang Tao had hollow eyes and a dull expression, like a walking corpse without a Soul.

Between his eyebrows, an incredibly bizarre black rune flickered in and out of existence.

Lu Wei looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a bewitching smile on his face.

He reached out and gently patted Fang Tao's cheek.

"One is too slow."

"Two is just right."

He turned around and looked towards the direction of the Great Xuan Dynasty, his gaze seemingly piercing through ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

"Then, the game of chess... can officially begin."

"Chen Zhiwen... I hope you can bring me some... small surprises."

As his voice fell, his and "Fang Tao's" figures simultaneously turned into two streams of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the horizon.

Leaving behind only the dilapidated ruins of the imperial palace, silently recounting in the wind the silent, terrifying incident that had just occurred, capable of overturning the entire landscape of the Desolate Province.

The sky is about to change.

And the world is still completely unaware of it.